The hands of time spin on. I am but one of many to saunter across this vast area that provides us with the necessities of the animation we call life.  I stray away from the small battles that will inevitably turn to a war.  Round and round the hands spin on never pausing for a single being. Alive by the forces provided to me, by others, till death do us part. Is this life? Or is it a just a phantasmagoric movie being played by our creator? And so i say unto you, farewell into the night. Do not sleep for too long alas the dark abysmal clutches of the end of your movie shall greet you. The hands of time spin on unless they are halted by the battle that ended the war.